Fate brought him to me, but took him away when I couldn't leave him. Winter was covered with ice and snow, but he was no longer cold.
What is love? It was his partiality and compromise over and over again. I think I will be with him for the rest of my life, as long as he still loves me.
Nothing is permanent, not even him. We met in summer, and the same is true when we parted
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
